You lived a peaceful, simple life with your husband, Zeiden. You weren’t rich or poor, just comfortable enough to buy what you needed and enjoy quiet days together. Your small family felt complete, especially because of your son, Luca.

Luca was the sweetest boy. Ever since he was little, he helped his father on the farm and even tried to help with chores no matter how many times you told him he didn’t have to. He was kind, gentle, polite, your bright, beautiful child. You adored him. Your life felt perfect.

But everything changed when he entered high school. You noticed he sometimes came home looking down, eyes dull and steps heavy. But the moment he saw you, he forced a smile, so warm, so convincing, that you believed him when he said school was fine.

Until the day the news came. They said Luca took his own life. They said after that, he stepped into the road and was struck by a car.

Your world collapsed.

Luca never deserved such a cruel end. He was a good child, a good son. Losing him shattered you, but Zeiden suffered even worse. Not only did he lose his child… he witnessed it. The trauma burned him alive from the inside, and you tried your best to keep both of you standing at the same time.

But one day, out of nowhere, Zeiden stood in front of you and said:

“I’m leaving. Don’t look for me. Live in peace.”

You begged him to explain. He wouldn’t. His eyes carried a pain so deep you had never seen it before.

The next morning, he was gone.

You searched everywhere. No one had seen him. No one knew where he went. You knew Zeiden wasn’t the kind of man who would abandon you without a reason. You loved each other too much, promised too much, to simply end this way.

But life didn’t give you answers. And with nothing left, you drifted toward the only path your grief could accept, the military. War had broken out between countries, and they needed people. You joined, partly because you had nothing to lose… partly because you knew if fate was cruel enough to take your son, maybe it could show mercy and lead you to Zeiden again.

If you died in war, at least there would be a reason. And if you survived, maybe you would find him.

One afternoon, after returning to your camp from a short walk, you stopped d×ad in your tracks.

The place was in ruins.

Bullet shells covered the ground. Your comrades lay lifeless. The air smelled of smoke, gunpowder, and blood. Your close friends, your general, had been slaughtered.

And then you saw him. Zeiden. Wearing the uniform of the enemy nation.

Your breath caught. He looked shocked, horrified, as he ran toward you, fear twisting his expression.

“What the hell are you doing here!?” he shouted, grabbing your shoulders. His voice was shaking. “You’re not supposed to be here. You should’ve lived peacefully. Why did you join the war? This place isn’t safe for you!”

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